"No leads, then?" She shouldn't be surprised, she supposed - if he knew of any ships looking for new crew, he'd hardly be sitting in the corner of this bar talking with her, would he? Still, she was disappointed. She really had no idea how one went about getting hired for anything, much less how to obtain a post serving a probably ruthless captain on the wrong side of the law.

For the first time since she'd dropped the heavy kitchen knife on the floor next to Roger's cooling body, cutting her ties to everything she'd ever known as quickly and efficiently as she'd cut his throat, Christine wondered what exactly she was getting herself into. She reached for the tankard before her, taking a long drink, her lips twisting at the sour taste.